Baby Babbles -- only one, Now to sit up has begun. Little Babbles quite turned two Walks as well as I and you. And Miss Babbles one, two, three, Has a teaspoon at her tea. But her Highness at four Learns to open the front door. And her Majesty -- now six, Can her shoestrings neatly fix. Babbles, babbles, have a care, You will soon put up your hair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE by CLAUDE MCKAY SQUIRE BOWLING GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |